Paraíso Transportation

The only way to ride is in style, according to this guy. This was my taxi driver from hell. He rides around the streets of Paraíso in a tiny Hyundai. If you ever go here, I am sure you will see him driving by at some point. If you can't see him, you'll certainly hear him. I guarantee you he has spent more money on souping up his car than it cost to buy the thing. He is waiting at the top of the queue, so it is proper etiquette to take that car. I am with two other women who have big backpacks, and they are trying to fit them into the trunk. Seeing as it was full with two huge subwoofers, there was no way it was going to happen. So the bags went into the taxi with us. We rolled down the street, bouncing up and down to the blasting reggaeton. My head felt like it was going to burst. Our cab driver was also dressed for the part. He had a whole lot of fake gold chains and rings and goodness knows what else on. If they were all real, his head would have probably fell off due to the immense weight. If he ripped us off I would have disliked him immensely, but seeing as he was fair and just, I couldn't help but just laugh as we finally arrived at our destination. His car strolled through the tiny dirt roads at the outskirts of town, and his music made every living creature within a 5 mile radius howl in utter distaste.